Geno found another one later on. What a horrible suspense-filled moment re-entry must have been with the realization that if there was a third floater it was now going to find them.

Cernan: "Here's another goddam turd. What's the matter with you guys? Here, give me a --"(laughter from Young and Stafford)Stafford: "It was just floating around?"Cernan: "Yes."Stafford (laughing): "Mine was stickier than that."Young: "Mine was too. It hit that bag --"Cernan: "I don't know whose that is. I can neither claim it nor disclaim it (laughter)."Young: "What the hell is going on here?"

That said, the Apollo Fecal Collection bags were, well, horrifying. Those with sensitive stomachs should skip this. You basically taped a plastic bag to your buttocks. Then reached up into a plastic finger sleeve to ensure "separation" and then had to put a chemical compound in, seal the bag and then "[t]he bag was kneaded to rupture the inner pouch and mix the germicide with the wastes."

So for Apollo 10 to go through all of that and only end up orbiting the moon at 60 miles and not actually landing, Cernan, Young, and Stafford are to be commended for their dedication to poop in bags for a week.

Alone, I take a flight to see some friends,I gaze out over ocean from the cloudsand marvel, as the plane I’m in ascendswith all of us above the earthly crowds.

From gravity itself we’ve all been freed.Like Shakespeare said, how like a god our sense,and what a piece of work we are, indeed,but then, as if to offset opulence,behind, I hear what loosens my aplomb.One youngster, in attempt to appertainthe wonder of flight, loudly asks his mom,“When you flush, does it go out of the plane?”

Well, imagine it's 1968 and we're still battling the Commies to get to the moon first. And only one country has sent actual men behind the actual moon who have then transmitted information about the moon back.

You seriously don't think the 1968 version of the NSA is going to stamp that transcript classified to keep it from THEM COMMIES?